I was touched by Yokohama

It was obvious that something was wrong with the sheep.

When Chacha came out of the room, most of the members of the "Sheep" who were originally excited were silent for a while, while the rest of the group kept their eyes averted and hesitated to speak.

Shirase was not there, but Yuxing's expression was both triumphant and apprehensive.

Chacha's small face was slumped, as if she didn't notice the difference, but when she turned around, her golden eyes lightly glanced at Zhitian who was hiding in the corner and peeking at her.

Suddenly meeting Shang Chacha's gaze, Zhitian, whose leg was healed by her, thumped in his heart, and turned his head with difficulty.

I am sorry.

I don't want to, I'm also in pain, I really want to repay her... But Shirase and the others don't believe that it was cured by a doctor at all, I was forced to ask until I couldn't help it...

Shida murmured to himself, trying to ignore the anxiety in his heart.

I just said that she was the one who cured me, so it doesn't matter.

He kept comforting himself, avoiding the guilt that surged up.

Chacha didn't find it strange, even there was no fluctuation in her golden eyes.

With Shida's character of being afraid of being abandoned, it is almost inevitable to let go of the "rope" after being pulled out of the abyss.

Then there's no way.

Soon, there was news of a cherished healing person in "Sheep", who was sold by "Sheep".

Even in Yokohama, which is full of dangers, there are many people with supernatural abilities, but those with healing abilities are still extremely rare.

It was also because the "sheep" didn't know about the reward at all, otherwise they would be more likely to take the idea of ​​taking Chacha away to receive the reward.

But it's hard to say whether he can really catch Chacha, even if Chacha is in the "sheep" base.

"Please save her." A husband led his dying wife, as if holding on to the last straw, looking at the little girl with snow-haired golden eyes in despair but full of hope.

Under the setting sun, Chacha turned her face sideways, her porcelain-like skin cast a shadow, and her eyes were also stained with tiny dark gold in this dimness.

"Yes." Chacha said.

The disease that could not be cured disappeared at the little girl's fingertips, and the wife's pale face was gradually stained with the healthy blush of sleeping.

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl, as if he was looking up at a benevolent god.

And later, more people came to ask her to heal themselves or their important people, including the aging rich man, the mafia who was seriously injured, and the naive and sick child.

They begged in despair, and Chacha satisfied them.

But even so, there will always be people who can't let Chacha treat them.

Because of Chacha's whereabouts—it's so strange, she was on Raibo Street, but she still couldn't find her whereabouts.

But they are on the verge of death or destruction, and they have to put all their hopes on Chacha, because so far, there is no injury that Chacha cannot treat!

Those who had no choice but to find the "sheep" who sold the news at the beginning, were surprised to find that as long as they followed the news about Chacha sold after the "sheep", it was very likely to find the person who healed the supernatural power.

And the "sheep" who holds the only source of news has harvested more money, and it has grown more and more in less than a week.

Faced with all these developments, Chacha was as calm as if she was watching from the sidelines.

She is waiting for the situation to continue to ferment.

She knew that no matter where the "book" was right now, she must be secretly staring at it, waiting for the best opportunity.

And the world... is waiting.

……

"Thank you for your treatment." In the soft white light, the bloody severed arm was reborn, and the gray-bearded man pulled down his sleeves and said politely.

Chacha raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly.

The man's heart tightened inexplicably from this look, but he still waved his hands behind him according to his original idea.

"Da da da." In an instant, a row of bodyguards behind him raised their guns, aiming their black muzzles at Chacha.

"What does this mean?" Facing this sudden change, Chacha asked slowly.

"Miss' supernatural ability is very useful." The man laughed, determined to win, "For people like us, a person who heals supernatural abilities is really necessary."

"Don't worry, we will provide you with a very good living environment."

"Then imprison me inside?" Chacha was not deceived, she asked quietly, she thought of Bai Lan's golden birdcage.

"After all, your abilities are so precious." The man didn't deny it, until this time, he was still as polite as inviting a guest.

Chacha naturally does not intend to become a caged bird again.

Wanting to imprison the world is really wishful thinking.

She raised her finger and was about to do something when a gunshot rang out.

The next moment, the man looked at the gun hole in his chest in disbelief, and fell to the ground powerlessly. Before the other bodyguards had time to react, they were lying in a pool of blood under the shooting.

Only Chacha was intact, she turned her head and looked behind her.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha called out.

The boy in a loose black coat approached, his unhurried pace was inexplicably overcome by a sense of oppression gripping his heart.

"Miss is quite busy recently." The handsome young man with a bandage on his right eye raised the corner of his lips with a half-smile.

"It's okay." Chacha thought for a while and said seriously.

It will be more lively later.

Osamu Dazai waved his hands to signal the subordinates behind him to clean up the scene, while he himself ignored the blood and blood on the ground, easily passed over the dead flesh and blood, and came to Chacha.

His kite-colored eyes stared at her for a while, and his smile gradually disappeared, as if he was wondering about something.

"Miss, do you know that if this continues, there will only be more and more people who want to catch you, and sooner or later someone will find out that you are the target of the reward."

"No," he suddenly denied, "Miss, you know it in your heart, don't you?"

"I know." Chacha answered without hesitation, cherishing words like gold.

Some of those who have been cured are full of gratitude, while others try to imprison Chacha as their healing tool.

"Even if you know, does the lady still want to do this? It doesn't matter even if you are in danger next time."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, the iris-colored pupils seemed to be smudged with extremely thick gloom.

"Miss, do you like saving others so much?"

Osamu Dazai, who asked the question at this time, was expressionless and calm, but inexplicably sharp and aggressive.

Chacha vaguely felt that he was annoyed.

why?

Chacha didn't quite understand it, but it didn't interfere with her imagining Osamu Dazai as a cat.

A black cat that suddenly raised its paw in anger and scratched her fiercely.

It's easy to coax the cat.

So Chacha stretched out her hand and lightly touched Osamu Dazai's cheek.

With the warm and slightly itchy touch on his cheek, Osamu Dazai trembled almost invisible, letting Chacha touch the small wound on his face.

"Mr. Dazai, don't be angry." Chacha said softly, "Besides, I don't save everyone."

The only ones who can be truly saved are those who will not let go of the "rope" even if they are pulled out of the abyss.

As for those human beings who loosen the "rope" and give birth to excess greed, it won't be long before anyone understands this truth better than anyone else.

There was a soft light on the little girl's fingertips, and the wounds that Osamu Dazai had caused by himself in the past few days quickly disappeared without leaving any traces.

Osamu Dazai paused, his expression gradually becoming a little strange.

"Miss, are you teasing me?"

Chacha nodded, then shook her head again.

"I want to coax Mr. Dazai, but it's also because Mr. Dazai is the person I want to treat."

"Is it different from other people?" Osamu Dazai seemed to be probing something, pressing harder and harder.

"Mr. Dazai, are you talking about someone I treated during this time?" Chacha blinked, "It's different."

She was very sure, "Mr. Dazai, he is different from them."

The light of the world was reflected in the little girl's eyes, and even if he was just being watched so seriously by her, Osamu Dazai couldn't bear it.

Who can resist Zhenbao's different treatment?

Osamu Dazai, the coward, suddenly gave birth to a wave of retreat, but more of it was a secret and surging satisfaction.

Look, in the eyes of the most precious treasure in the world, is my shadow.

Osamu Dazai moved his lips, covered his eyes with one hand on his forehead with the last of his self-control, showing an annoyed expression.

"Foul," he muttered complainingly, with a drawn-out ending, "Miss is too foul."

Osamu Dazai's voice gradually sank: "Obviously those people are not worth saving by Miss."

Chacha raised her head and stared at him for a while, then pulled his hand down, looking at him with cat eyes as clear as a mirror, clean and clear.

"But it's alright."

"I just need to know that saving Mr. Dazai is worthwhile, that's all."

……

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally found out that something was wrong with the "sheep", but no one was willing to tell him what happened.

Because of Chacha's matter, Zhongyuan Zhong ignored the dissatisfaction of other people and punished him. It seems that "Yang" became more and more alienated from Zhongyuan Zhong under the leadership of Shirase Yuxing and others.

It is quite ridiculous that "sheep" excludes "king of sheep".

It was also impossible for Zhong Yuanzhong to make forced questions. Just when he went out to beat the enemy full of irritability, he heard someone humming songs with weird lyrics such as "suicide" and "entering the water".

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head when he heard the sound, and as expected, a boy with black hair and kite eyes was sitting leisurely on a tree, reading a book with a red cover in his hand.

"It's you?" Nakahara Chuya frowned, and looked at him warily, "Dazai, what do you port mafia want me for?"

"Chuya is indeed a slimy and brainless slug." Osamu Dazai closed the book and looked down at him.

"Huh? You just want to talk nonsense?" Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue.

He didn't believe that this guy would show up here if nothing happened.

"I must have noticed the changes in 'sheep' recently." Osamu Dazai had a strange and pitiful smile in his eyes.

"It's really pitiful. Only Zhongye was kept in the dark about what the 'sheep' did."

The lady didn't say anything, and Nakahara was not involved, so there was no need to make an embarrassing choice, and Osamu Dazai, who was in trouble, wanted to let him know.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips, stopped the hand that was about to use gravity, and his expression gradually sank.

"what is the problem?"

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