Natsume's Little Mister

In the dim hall, Osamu Dazai's abdominal wound continued to bleed, and the color of his lips became lighter and lighter.

"How about it, have you considered it clearly?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko approached Dazai Osamu step by step, his low tone was bewitching.

The atmosphere is tense and quiet.

Osamu Dazai chuckled lightly, his reaction was completely different from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's imagination.

He stopped laughing, raised his eyes, and said in a firm tone, "You don't know at all."

"Oh?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was surprised, how did Osamu Dazai guess it?

Dazai didn't answer.

Of course he guessed it from Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's reaction.

Who is Osamu Dazai?Once the youngest cadre of the port Mafia, the world famous double black.

As long as the enemy falls into his hands, there is no mouth he can't pry open. As long as the task falls into his hands, he can always try to die while leisurely turning the enemy around, making countless enemies suspect that he is in the organization. There are ghosts.

According to the evaluation of the enemy, Osamu Dazai is a devil living in people's hearts!

As long as this "devil" calms down and thinks about the details exposed on Shibusawa Ryuhiko, he will soon be able to guess the truth, and go further, thinking of more things that Shibusawa Ryuhiko himself could not think of.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, using his strength to stand still, his pale face could not conceal his strong aura.

"It's just a pity that I can't meet with Oda Saku. But that's okay, Oda Saku doesn't want to exist like this. He must have reunited with the children in Santuchuan at this moment, living a happy and fulfilling life. Maybe he has become like A famous novelist like Natsume."

There was a subtle warmth in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't seduce him, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko stepped back a few steps and sat on the chair with his arms folded.

And at this time, a figure wearing a white hat slowly appeared from nowhere, standing behind Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, said faintly:

"I can help you."

Tuosi glanced at Osamu Dazai from the corner of his eye, with a provocative look.

When Osamu Dazai saw him, he immediately frowned, tsk, he knew that Tuosi would not be taken lightly.

Compared with the two unspoken members of the script team, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is much simpler.

He looked at Tuo Si with great interest, expecting him to come up with a solution.

The corner of Tuosi's mouth curled up slightly, and he took out his white gloved hand from the big felt, flipped his wrist, and a crimson spar appeared in front of the two of them.

It is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural power spar.

"I think you know what this is." Tosi said quietly.

Although he wants to find a breakthrough point from Natsume, but this time the plan is still good from beginning to end.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's chess piece has been exposed, so he simply used his remaining energy to cheer everyone up as a curtain call ceremony.

And behind the scenes, he can calmly exit.

Tosi narrowed his eyes, feeling at ease.

But it might as well be extremely happy to turn sad at the next moment, his abacus was shattered.

The glass of the window exploded into flowers, and Atsushi Nakajima turned into a white tiger and rushed in through the window.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was the first to be knocked into the air.

Then he rushed to Tuosi and raised his sharp tiger claws.

Tosi hurriedly backed away, trying to escape, but at this moment a bandaged hand rested on his shoulder.

"Osamu Dazai!" Tosi didn't expect the seriously injured person to appear behind him so suddenly, and he didn't notice it at all. He opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, just pressed his shoulder, and the light blue supernatural power poured out from his hand, the ultimate anti-supernatural ability-the human being who is out of place and incomprehensible suppresses the black hand behind the bloody storm.

Atsushi Nakajima rushed forward tacitly, and the eyes of the master and apprentice met in the air for a moment.

A cold light flashed across the raised tiger claws.

Tuosi raised his arm reflexively, the thick furry felt was torn apart, and the sharp claws pierced his arm, sinking deep into the flesh.

Then the huge impact force of the white tiger acted on him, and with a loud "boom", Tuo Si sank deeply into the floor, forming a human-shaped depression.

Osamu Dazai squatted by the pit, holding him with one hand, resting his chin on the other to watch the show, thinking in his heart:

Compared with the previous scene, the current scene is a "good show".

After Atsushi Nakajima, more and more people gathered, layer after layer of people surrounded Tuosi, not even a fly could fly out.

It is no exaggeration to say that at this time all the superpowers in Tokyo are here.

Faces zoomed in on top of Tuosi's head, and a voice with a chuckle came from above into the ears of the famous "devil".

"Welcome to the Supernatural Secret Service Division." The worker, Ango Sakaguchi held his glasses with a serious expression.

"Scepter4 welcomes you too." The dark-bellied Blue King Munakata Reishi echoed leisurely.

Wujo Gojo saw the two look at him, blinked, and said with a smile, "Then the anatomy room of our high school of conjuration also welcomes you."

The people in charge of the three parties looked at each other, and the burning eyes made the air seem to be flickering with fierce sparks.

Tuosi lay on the ground, feeling his spine as if it had been run over by a truck, with a rare confused expression.

He didn't understand why the situation changed in just the blink of an eye.

His curtain call hadn't even started yet, so why did it end?

The most important thing was that surrounded by so many superpowers, he couldn't help but tremble.

It's a failure for the mastermind behind the scenes to do this!

On the other side, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was knocked out, grabbed the crimson spar in Tosi's hand, and wanted to press it on his forehead to perform an ultimate transformation.

But before he could move, a thick white tiger paw fell from the top of his head, pressing down on his chest, and the huge tiger head was fiercely facing him.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt hit by a boulder in the chest, suffocating for a moment.

The giant tiger pulled away the spar in his hand, turned into a boy and strangled his neck, his once immature face has opened, and has become resolute and brave.

"It's you, my angel." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said in an aria-like tone.

Atsushi Nakajima's face turned green in an instant, and he raised his claws to smear his face.

"To shut up."

He looked back at Osamu Dazai and Takashi Natsume who were pale, and punched him again without holding back, Shibusawa Ryuhiko let out a muffled grunt, leaving a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't realize it at all, and looked at Atsushi Nakajima with fanatical eyes and said, "Angel, let me witness the glory of life once again!"

Atsushi Nakajima's face continued to turn black, and he yelled at him violently:

"Damn it, remove the white mist, I'm going to the hospital!"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko gave up his resistance, seeing Atsushi Nakajima's refusal to cooperate, he let out an aggrieved "Oh".

The white mist that enveloped the entire Tokyo dissipated little by little, and the sun shone from among the clouds.

The beautiful Tyndall effect falls on the sky, and a beam of light just falls on this humble small building.

Outside the building, Natsume was sitting in a wheelchair, talking to Madara beside him with his head twisted and eyebrows bent;

Inside the building, Tuosi, the mastermind behind the scenes, lay in the pit with a dazed expression, accepting the assignments of the crowd;

In the stairwell, Atsushi Nakajima supported Osamu Dazai to go downstairs slowly, and Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was tied up by him, and he followed behind the two like a white rice dumpling.

Tokyo has returned to its former hustle and bustle. The streets and alleys are full of cars and people.

Except for the destroyed autumn festival in Yuanyue and the disappearing mountain outside the school, it seems that this is just an ordinary day in thousands of days.

……

A few days later, the Affiliated Hospital of Tokyo Medical University.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a hospital gown and receiving an IV drip.

Natsume was holding a book and flipping through it slowly, writing and drawing on the notes from time to time.

"Natsume, let me see!" Osamu Dazai poked his head, his eyes were round, and he seemed to be a cute version.

Natsume reluctantly raised his low-profile glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the rose gold anti-slip chains on both sides outlined the outline of his cheeks.

"I'm not ready yet, how can I show you."

"It's okay to let me see your handwriting! As long as it is written by Natsume-sensei, I like it no matter what!" Osamu Dazai clenched his fists, his eyes determined.

Natsume Fue, the same conversation has been repeated between them several times since this morning. If he had known this, he would not have allowed Atsushi Nakajima to come...

Well, Natsume thought about it, if he knew this, he would still come to accompany the bed. After all, in Tokyo, Osamu Dazai only had him and Atsushi Nakajima by his side.

Natsume put down the myths and legends in his hands, and reluctantly handed his material book to Dazai.

In the material book are some of his essays and inspirations, as well as some collected materials, which are really nothing to look at.

Osamu Dazai let out a small exclamation, and the pure joy softened the temperament of Osamu Dazai immediately, making him not like a young man who came out of the darkness, but like a young man with a simple mind and a good life. An illusion of tranquility.

Holding the small material book, Osamu Dazai exclaimed from time to time.

"This setting is great! When will the teacher write it?"

"Wow, here's another unpublished essay!"

"..."

Natsume sighed, didn't listen to Osamu Dazai's exclamation, and rubbed the cover of the myth and legend in his hand in a daze.

He said before that he came to Tokyo to collect music, not an excuse, he just wanted these books.

The Tokyo City Library is the library that has the most myths and legends and non-fiction journals in the country. There are many original ancient books in it, which are not loaned out.

Because the next two books he will write require a lot of information and textual research, so he came here to sort out the system specially.

At the time of the Baiwu incident, basically all the superpowers in Tokyo were rescued by him, and their gratitude was useless. When they learned that Natsume was looking for books on this topic, everyone shot one after another, almost The relevant books in the Tokyo Municipal Library were emptied.

As for the rule that the library does not lend out, it does not exist for these powerful people.

Natsume couldn't laugh or cry, he just planned to collect materials, and didn't want to move the library home.

"Natsume, when are we going back to Yokohama?" Osamu Dazai asked eagerly holding Natsume's material book.

Natsume couldn't help but patted his head.

"When your injury is better, we will go back together."

"The two of us?"

Natsume:……

"There's also A-Dun and a kid."

"Ah—" Osamu Dazai showed an unhappy expression on his face, "Adun has occupied the teacher for so long, can't he go back by himself?"

Listen, is this what a teacher should say to his disciples?

Natsume poked Dazai Osamu's angry cheek, nodding in Dazai Osamu's disappointed eyes.

After getting along for this period of time, he liked Dazai more and more.

Think about a person who is out of tune in front of other people, but also acting like a baby and jealous in front of him, he can't resist the feeling of being cherished and liked at all.

Half a month later, the conjuration specialist.

Gojo Satoru stood in front of Natsume with his pockets in his pocket.

"Are you ready to go back?"

Natsume nodded and said, "There are still people in Yokohama waiting for me to go home. And it has been delayed for a month. If I don't leave, some people will not be able to see me again."

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, he knew that Natsume was talking about those stubborn old monsters above.

"Okay, what are you going to do when you go back?"

Natsume pondered for a while, and said, "I will probably retreat for a while this time to prepare my new book, and try to finish writing one in the middle of next year."

"I want to get my space back as soon as possible."

Gojo Satoru nodded. During this time, Natsume made a lot of appearances. Not long ago, he attended the Golden Novella Award, and appeared on several TV shows under their arrangement.

Today, Natsume is walking on the road, and fans come to ask him for autographs.

As his popularity increased, more and more faith poured into his body, so his space was being repaired with a steady upward trend.

The only pity is that because Lushen Space was exiled, the original plan to continue to produce ingredients that can increase mana was forced to suspend.

One of the powers, Shenhui, was exhausted in the end.

Therefore, when Natsume went back this time, he also wanted to try the famous Aragami in Yokohama depending on the situation.

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感谢在2020-12-2500:23:05~2020-12-2601:14:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Youkai do not blame 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：南聆20瓶；。15瓶；忘记时间、赶不上明天、绝世子午10瓶；墨啾9瓶；污浊的人间失格5瓶；伍壹零3瓶；双木2瓶；江停1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!