Natsume's Little Mister

In the afternoon of the next day, in the designated hospital of Mafia at the port, in the VIP ward.

It is rare to be quiet in Central Plains. There are neither cumbersome documents nor disturbing official duties. The sharp aura around him softened a lot.

It doesn't look like a Mafia, but more like a rebellious junior high school student (bushi) who skipped class and accidentally broke his leg while climbing a wall.

He put down the book that he had read n times, and his face showed the anguish of lack of books.

"Mr. Luchuan's new book hasn't been released yet. I've read the others many times and I'm about to memorize them. It's so boring."

In today's barren world of literature, it is not easy to find highly readable and wonderful novels.

Since the end of Natsume's last book, there has been no news of him opening a new book. As a reader who relies on his production to maintain his spiritual life, Zhongyuan Zhong also feels that he will be thankful for waiting.

I really want to ask Mr. Luchuan when he will release a new book.

By the way, Natsume is Mr. Luchuan. As a comrade in arms who fought side by side with him, it shouldn't be abrupt for him to ask, right?Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched his chin and thought.

And Chuya Nakahara's idea came true soon.

That afternoon, Natsume and Osamu Dazai came to visit him in the hospital.

"Tuk tuk tuk" there was a knock on the door.

At the same time, Natsume and Osamu Dazai were chatting happily.

Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to hide, but before he could get up, the door was pushed open by a mackerel that hadn't seen it.

"Slug~ We're here to see (joke) you!" Osamu Dazai smiled maliciously.

Nakahara also glared at him, then sat up from the bed with his weak body, and looked at Takashi Natsume behind Osamu Dazai with a slightly unnatural expression.

The boy with warm brown hair was holding a large bouquet of blue-purple flowers and a piece of strawberry cake in his hand. He smiled slightly at him as soon as he entered the door.

"Chuya, Dazai and I came to see you."

In fact, it was mainly Natsume. He was a little worried about Chuya Nakahara's injury, and Osamu Dazai was just pulling him to make up for it.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, but did not explain this "little matter" to Nakahara Chuya. (It's not jealousy, he's just preventing the dwarf from getting carried away.)

Nakahara looked at Natsume's warm, gentle and tolerant smiling eyes, and suppressed the uneasiness and embarrassment in his heart.

"Thank you very much." Thank them for visiting me.

A certain cadre turned his head to the side and pretended to look at the bouquet, the blush on the tips of his ears hadn't faded away.

He chatted with Natsume for a few words, and naturally mentioned the problem that he was still struggling with just now.

"When will Mr. Luchuan publish a new book? I'll buy a thousand copies to support." For an author, this is simply a torture of the soul.

The corner of Natsume's mouth froze, who was still calm.

Inner OS: What new book?No new books!Haven't written yet!

In fact, he smiled awkwardly and impolitely: "Very soon, don't worry, we are already preparing."

Nakahara also looked at him, always feeling that Natsume was a little guilty, staring at his face for a long time before moving back as if nothing had happened.

Natsume tried not to show his timidity, and was relieved the moment Zhongyuan Zhongye looked away.

Sure enough, after he slacked off for a while, someone came to urge him.

but……

Opening a new book is tiring, and I don't want to start. Although he has prepared the outline, character design and various plot points of succession and transition, he still doesn't want to start writing.

This may be a common problem of all authors. Why do they need to write out a story stroke by stroke after they have already thought of it in their minds?

"You are already a mature story, you have to learn to write yourself." This may be what all authors hope for.

Natsume lowered her slender eyelashes and sighed inwardly.

"The new book will be released in two weeks." He gave an accurate time in the surprise eyes of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't expect that he would succeed in urging him, and he was so excited that he wanted to get out of bed on the spot and sing a rock song to vent his inner pride.

Raising his eyebrows, he raised his chin slightly and gave Osamu Dazai a proud and provocative look.

Osamu Dazai didn't pay attention to Chuya Nakahara's actions this time, his iris-colored eyes looked at Natsume, and the impatience of being pulled over disappeared like melting snowflakes.

Natsume was uncomfortable seeing the two naked, naked, naked eyes. He scratched his head, changed the subject and said, "Chuya Nakahara, are you a wild god?"

"Can I ask you something?"

His tone was a little apprehensive.

Zhong Yuan was also in a very happy mood, and immediately nodded readily, and said, "Yes, I can help you with whatever you want, as long as you write the book quickly."

Natsume choked at the moment, he coughed lightly, pretending not to hear.

"I want to ask you to give my supernatural power a divine brilliance."

Confusion appeared on Zhongyuan Zhongye's face, and he asked back, "Shenhui? What is Shenhui?"

Natsume was stunned and asked, "You don't know?"

Impossible, Lushen said that Shenhui is the blessing of the gods, and it is the inherited memory that every god will get when he becomes a god, and the famous Rage God in the Central Plains, how could he not know?

Natsume felt something was wrong.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded blankly, and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Natsume didn't know what the problem was, so he decided to seek professional help.

"Wait a minute, I'll find a god." Natsume took out the account of friends from his backpack, with the word □□ on it, and he could summon the other party to come over and ask.

Nakahara also nodded, and looked at Natsume curiously. After a while, he drew a mysterious and complicated formation on the ground. He squatted down under a white sheet, and pressed blood on a mirror in the center of the formation. It was an unusual move. Give the house a touch of mystery and awe.

Neither Dazai Osamu nor Nakahara made a sound.

"Guardian of me, appear before me..." The deep whispers flowed out from Natsume's mouth, echoing in the entire array like an echo, the mysterious energy attached to the voice, making the ordinary words have a sense of A different rhythm.

The light in front of the eyes was bright, and the strong wind swirled out from the center of the formation to the surroundings. Natsume pulled the white sheet to block the light and strong wind in front of him.

Vaguely, he heard Lushen's gentle response: "I am here as promised to protect you."

After the wind calmed down, Natsume raised his eyes and looked forward.

Wearing a traditional mask, a man in a Japanese kimono appears in the center of the formation.

This is the first time they met in this world, but for a moment, through the mask, Natsume and Lushen looked at each other, and at the same time, a trance flashed across their hearts.

"Lord Lushen." Natsume was the first to react, and shouted with his head bowed.

Lushen unfolded her small fan and put it in front of her upturned mouth to cover her upturned mouth, and said gently to Natsume: "Master Natsume, you don't have to do this, I haven't thanked you for your kindness in bringing me out of the fate of disappearing, call me Lu God can."

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Naka who saw this scene on the side also opened their eyes wide at the same time.

"Lushen?" Nakahara Zhongya subconsciously repeated.

Looking at Lushen who is much taller than him in front of him, Nakahara also remembered that when he asked Natsume why he wrote the ending of be, Natsume replied "If there is Lushen in this world, with people's love and belief, Lushen God will restore mana."

At that time, he felt that what Natsume said might be true, but he didn't expect to see Lushen appearing in front of him in good condition now.

A very strange feeling rose in Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart.

It's like seeing the handicrafts that I treasured day and night suddenly become real, incredible and pleasantly surprised.

And this is the first real god he has encountered besides himself, although the other party is just a god with ordinary divine power.

And when Zhongye was reshaping the Three Views because of the broken dimension wall, Natsume had already explained his confusion to Lushen in detail, and led Lushen to Zhongya's bed.

"Does this little friend have no idea what Shenhui is?" Lushen twisted the upturned mustache around her mouth, with a very gentle attitude.

Nakahara also unnaturally glanced at the novel on the head of the bed that he had just flipped through, turned sideways to block it, then nodded, and said, "Except for what Natsume explained just now, I don't have any impression in my mind."

Lu Shen frowned, and there was also a touch of doubt in his eyes.

"Can you release your divine power for me to see?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his head, and asked awkwardly: "Divine power? How to release it?"

To be honest, Zhong Yuanzhong only knew that he was Rage God, and he didn't know anything else. When Lushen said it, he felt like a primary school student, and he was at a loss.

At this time, Natsume came forward and said, "It's the state you were in when you fought with me yesterday."

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly said: "It's a dirty state."

He glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was watching the play with great interest, and felt at ease, with Osamu Dazai around, he didn't have to worry about losing control.

"Dazai..." he called out.

Osamu Dazai crossed his arms and raised his chin casually.

The tacit understanding between the former partners allowed the two to understand each other's thoughts without saying much.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt relieved, he closed his eyes without any further hesitation.

Immediately, a substantial power erupted from his body, instantly crushing the air and distorting it.

The black and red divine lines floated out from under his skin, quickly occupying his cheeks, torso and limbs.

The loose hospital gown turned into a fashionable T-shirt in the blink of an eye, and the fragments were directly crushed into powder by force.

The next moment, Zhong Yuan Zhong also opened his eyes, a pair of white eyes without pupils, indifferent, manic, like a ruthless god.

Before Chuya Zhongya could attack, Osamu Dazai stepped forward, relying on his height, he pressed down on the top of Chuya Zhongya's head.

Zhong Yuanzhong also instantly quieted down, a touching cobalt blue slowly appeared in his indifferent white eyes, and the black and red divine lines on his body also disappeared.

Nakahara also came to his senses. As soon as he woke up, he looked at Osamu Dazai rubbing his head while silently saying "Puppy dog" with his lips. Zhi's hand beat down.

Standing behind Osamu Dazai, Natsume didn't see the small movements of the two of them, and turned to look at Lushen earnestly.

And Lushen was looking thoughtful.

It's still important business, Nakahara didn't continue messing around with Osamu Dazai.

"I probably know what's going on." Lushen said slowly under the expectant eyes of several people.

He stepped forward, took Nakahara Chuya's arm and squeezed it.

"What is it?" Natsume leaned forward and asked.

"Well, you are not a real Rage God yet. If I guessed correctly, your body is a container, a man-made container."

Lushen withdrew her hand and tapped her palm with the fan.

Nakahara also pursed his lips. Indeed, he was in a boundless darkness at the beginning of his consciousness. It was not until the Frenchman Rimbaud took him out of there that he had the memory of this world.

And he clearly remembered that when he first appeared in this world, he was eight years old with a blank memory.

Zhong Yuan also hesitated for a while, raised his eyes, and said calmly: "I was born from a research institute."

Natsume clenched his fists, Institute?What research institute?Human, physical, experimental research institute?

Natsume is very smart, and he has also seen the hearts of those in the upper class who are darker than the swamp. With a twist of his brain, he can guess what Nakahara Chuya said, but he would rather not know.

At the same time, Zhong Yuanzhong also talked about his past expressionlessly.

Compared with Natsume's violent reaction, the other two present did not change their expressions.

Osamu Dazai knew it a long time ago, and Lugami because he is a god, these things are insignificant in his concept.

Only Natsume felt a lump in his throat, and fire surged up from the bottom of his heart.

He clenched his fist tightly, the palm of his hand that he had just cut to summon Lushen, the wound burst open, and blood flowed out again, "tick tock" fell on the snow-white floor of the hospital.

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