Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

Nakaya's clean and clear blue eyes were filled with puzzled and confused emotions, he inevitably hesitated for a moment, and euphemistically expressed the curiosity in his heart, "Why did Shirase use the word 'handsome' to describe blue and white flowers? fish?"

It made me doubt my own question just now.

I praise Dazai handsome?Unlikely.

"Of course it's not to praise Dazai's handsomeness." Recalling the memories in my head, I tried hard to defend my misunderstood aesthetics without thinking, "I don't agree with it, so I came to ask your opinion on his appearance."

Zhong also suddenly realized, and gave his opinion without hesitation, "I agree with Shirase." Upon hearing this, I couldn't help feeling that Zhong is indeed my crooked cub.

"I'm the most handsome!" Zhong also naturally jumped out of the person he thought was most suitable to be described as 'handsome'.

I co-operate lovingly and nod.The aesthetic abilities of the two of us were not as highly consistent as I expected. In this regard, I let go of my doubts about my own aesthetic concepts.

The whole night was spent happily accompanied by the roar of little monsters.

The moment the clock hit 12 o'clock, it made a crisp ticking sound, which caught my attention.In the dead of night, when the night walk of ghosts happened, I simply invited Zhong Ye to stay overnight.

I didn't expect that Zhong would blurt out, "What about Dazai?"

Sure enough, Dazai really ignored my warning to him before, and heard it with his left ear and the right ear immediately.Dazai secretly hooked up with Chuya behind my back.In the past, it is not inexplicable to care about Dazai's follow-up.

My hand, which was making the bed, rested in mid-air without moving. I lowered my head and adjusted my grim face, changing into a water-like calm expression without any waves, and said lightly, "There is a floor."

If it doesn’t work, the sofa is also fine. Dazai, who can’t sleep, doesn’t choose it.

I made it very clear for Dazai, who was not present and had no right to speak.Chances are the other won't even come back, rushing to deal with the incorporation of that novel force.

With the mysterious male high school student Kusuo Saiki?I turned my unclear thought, and then put it behind me.

Although half of the pot was caused by me, I chose to automatically blind my eyes to ignore it without any fluctuations in my heart.

You can't talk about people during the day, and you can't mention ghosts at night.Dazai seemed to come uninvited with ears growing behind his back, and entered the room with a cold air that only belonged to the outdoors. I shivered unconsciously because of the cold, which made me feel obviously unwell recently.

Chuya's warm hand appeared on my shoulder openly. He tried to warm me up by hugging me. His crooked and smiling eyes instantly became serious, revealing that he was worried about my physical condition. mood.

Dazai, who belatedly realized his mistake, restrained his original expression, and frowned slightly, "Shirase's body has been getting worse and worse since the investigation was over..."

Dazai stood by the door, waiting for the cold air on his body to dissipate, and then leaned towards us. His eyes first subtly fell on Chuya's hand on my shoulders, and then moved to my increasingly pale face.

"The slug's movements are too stiff, let me do it." After Dazai finished speaking, he directly tried to break Chuya apart.

I am like a ceramic doll who cannot move, quietly waiting for the continuation of the endless quarrel between these two.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in my heart.

It's just that I can't bear it anymore.I feel slightly regretful, but also strongly unwilling.

Dr. Hannibal's gentle advice to me is vividly replaying in my mind——

He gave me advice in the most gentle tone, "If you accept it, you will never be able to return to a normal state."

Dr. Hannibal was obviously persuading me, no matter how natural he looked on his face as a good doctor who was worried about the recurrence of the patient's condition, my first impression was that he had malicious intentions.

He's seducing me... not to beat it, but to accept it, to be the other's puppet.

I closed my eyes to hide the irritability rising spontaneously in my eyes.

"Is it still uncomfortable? Do you want to see Dr. Mori?" The contention about me in my ear stopped abruptly, and was replaced by Dazai's gentle concern.

People always have a certain degree of favorability with those who care about them when they are sick.And I happen to be a weird exception.

I thought about Dazai.

He is so weird and surprising that it is difficult to use common sense to judge the meaning behind his every move.Dazai was actually able to have a good impression of me through something similar to foreknowledge or something that happened in a parallel space.

Rather than saying that he likes it, it is better to say that Dazai enjoys the indescribable pleasure/sensation in the process of attacking me.It is similar to Bai Lan's casual performance.

It is not difficult to know that I play a special role in Dazai's heart.

They always hope that I can distinguish the unique ones, but stick to the principle that no matter which world I am in, I can follow their plans.

I firmly believe that my ownership belongs to them in the end, like a kite, it will come back as soon as it is collected, the process is interesting enough, and the ending is unified enough.

But the wind is too strong, it will blow the kite far away, without looking back.

This is simply a fallacy.

While I feel ridiculous, it is inevitable that I feel bored because I have more protection for my situation.

It didn't fit my potential image of a crazy gambler, it wasn't stimulating at all, and it made me numb and tired.

I opened my eyes, reluctantly raised the corners of my lips to reject Dazai's kindness, firmly insisted on my belief that diseases should be avoided, and I refused to seek medical treatment, "No." My straightforward refusal made the two people present except me frown Frowning, obviously disapproving of my approach.

Dazai thought about my heart not beating, opened his lips and closed them slightly.

On the contrary, he looked like a little old man in Chuya, heaved a long sigh, and said with a look of helplessness that I had nothing to do, "Then let's have a good rest, Shirase?"

Nakaya made a suggestion on the surface, but in fact he had already pulled me into the bed, leaving Dazai's pupils stunned and left outside the bed.

"Damn it!" Dazai came back to his senses, and immediately fought for his family status.

How can one mountain contain two tigers, unless the second tiger meows.

Dazai Nyan and Chuya Tachibana looked at each other without delay.

The weak black meowzai tried to meow meow to punch the evil forces, but unfortunately he forgot the fact that big oranges are the most important.

Nakaya effortlessly pushed Dazai under the bed, almost knocking the floor out of a hole, he buried Dazai, and by the way told him nicely, "Don't make any noise, wake me and Shirase."

"Otherwise, I'll be nice to you." Chuya finished treating Dazai with a vicious voice, flipped onto the bed neatly, and naturally changed into a different face, an innocent boy with a cherub-like face, and pulled the quilt for me, "Go to sleep Come on, Shirase."

Zhong also had eyes that were so bright that even the bright moon in the sky could not be compared with him, he patted my shoulder awkwardly, trying to lull me to sleep according to the way I treated him in the old days.

Dazai rolled under the bed to the other side.He popped his head out from the bed, and Zhongya instantly aroused the idea of ​​whack-a-mole.

The little gopher Dazai showed a bit of aggrieved expression between his brows and eyes, because of his thick skin, he was also present in front of the middle school, and he also complained to me, "You take care of the middle school, Shirase."

If you don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

Allow me to interject, how did Dazai turn from a script with a vicious stepmother to a miserable doormat?

Dazai climbed ashore neatly, and Tokiya stared at Dazai angrily, "Come over here, mackerel."

"You are too cold, you will freeze Shirase." Nakaya taught Dazai seriously.

Dazai has already got into bed with his ears closed, "No way." He retorted, "I get warm when I move."

I turned my face slightly to the innocent Dazai and expressed doubts, "Does your movement mean that your leg is pulling my leg?"

Hey guys, is Dazai practicing yoga?As expected of being born in an octopus, this flexibility is incredible.

Because I couldn't bear the discomfort that burst out from my body due to excessive consumption of energy, I slowly lowered my eyelids and fell into the realm of nightmares.

The raging fire bloomed in front of my eyes over and over again.

Until Bai Lan's figure appeared in front of me, her snow-white and pure face was like melting snowflakes with sparks.

"Honey, why were you at the scene of the fire back then?" Bai Lan didn't bother to probe, and directly sent out the curiosity in her heart.

"Because I'm watching my newborn." I lightly and ambiguously explained, "Look, that's why we met."

"You are my new life..." I half-jokingly said the prophecy that would carry out my future life.

Bai Lan was originally dissatisfied with my perfunctory answer, but when she heard the words, she instantly raised the corners of her lips, lightly put down her small fist that was about to vent her anger, stretched her brows and eyes, and said with a relaxed expression on my shoulder, "You are like a book, No matter how I turn it over, I can’t turn it over.”

Maybe I'm praising my mystery so that she can't figure it out?I swallowed the words of complaining about Bailan wholeheartedly, and changed my words very smoothly to join the mutual praise group.Praise Bai Lan, "You too."

"I will never be able to get your whimsical ideas from your cute little head." For example, when you are hit by Bailan's little fist and the danger warning, you are always caught off guard, without any precautions.

Prynne perfectly deciphered the hidden meaning from my expression.

I'm in crisis mode again.

I have to admire my senior, how Masaichi Irie managed to survive until now without relying on a sense of crisis, and he even asked me why I was Congxinist.

Irie's question was answered by a simple sentence thrown out by me, Ku Da Qiushen.

"Because I suffer from bronchitis." The homonym stems from deducting money.

The customs are different. As an international student, Irie is not aware of the reason, but suddenly realizes like a chicken nodding, "No wonder, it turns out that it is because you are sick, and Bailan can cure it."

For Irie Masaichi's interpretation, I didn't know how to refute it for a while.After all, what he said sounds normal at first glance.

"Bai Lan." I whispered unconsciously.

After regaining my consciousness, I realized the name I blurted out just now, so I chose to close my eyes and pretend to be dead.

Sure enough, Dazai asked Chuya in a low voice, "Is there anyone among you with this name? It sounds like you have a good relationship with Shirase?"

Getzhong replied without thinking, "No. There is no such name in Yangli, nor a similar nickname."

Chu couldn't help being surprised by following Dazai's train of thought, "Shirose is not a person who is good at making friends. If there is a so-called Bailan, how could I not know about it?"

How do I tell Zhongye Zaizai that Bai Lan is his ex-mother?