As a curse spirit, I am too invincible

No one thought that the mint color mist would spread so quickly. Not long after people discovered and started discussions, it spread to nearly half of the city.

Where it spread, some disappeared and some remained, as if they were completely separated into two parallel worlds.Beside the Tsurumi River, the place where Kabuki and Akira were talking together just now was empty, without fog or people.

There was a breeze and there was silence.

******

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes.

All he could see was a white ceiling, and when he sat up from the bed, he felt dizzy, as if someone had hit the back of his head with a stick, and he could hear the sound of paste when he shook his head.

It felt like a long sleep.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his temples, and at the same time lifted the quilt, and stepped on the ground with his bare feet.

A little cold.Thinking belatedly, he looked to the side and found a pair of shoes on the ground.

The style of the shoe is a bit worn and it's the size for a child.

The shoes looked familiar, but he had no memory of them.

Is it supposed to be what I wear?Zhong Yuanzhong also thought uncertainly.

He put on his shoes, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at his hands in a daze.

...I always feel that my hands should not be so small.

He looked around the room he was in—about twenty or thirty square meters. Besides the bed he was lying on, there was also a table by the window. The curtains were drawn tightly, and a little light could be seen faintly.

A place I have never seen before.Rather, since waking up, everything I saw was strange, and there was no relevant memory in my mind.

With a "squeak", Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head to look at the source of the sound.

A man pushed the door open, holding a tray with an abundance of child-friendly food.

"Are you awake? Come and eat." The other party said to him with a smile.

Zhong Yuan was also stunned, he felt that this person looked both familiar and unfamiliar.

have i met himHe thought for a while, but found that his mind was hazy, and he didn't even know why he was here.

He thought for a while and asked, "Who are you?" The childish voice that came out surprised him a little.

"Me?" The other party thought for a while, and quickly replied: "I'm Kamiki, just call me Kamiki."

Di Muhui put the tray on the table in the room, and he opened the curtains, and the sunlight flooded into the room, and the simple and cold room was immediately filled with warmth.

Di Muhui came and took Chuya Zhongyuan's hand.

Like an adult holding a child, Nakahara looked at their handshake.Di Muhui's hand was much bigger than his own, and his hand was completely covered.

He wanted to pull his hand out, but after moving a little, he felt a shadow cast over his head.

Zhongyuan Zhongyuan raised his head, and saw a beautiful face in front of him.Di Muhui bent down to look at him tenderly: "What's the matter?" He lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Zhong Yuanzhong.

The three words "let go of me" that Nakahara Chuya wanted to say in his throat for a moment, got stuck there for some reason, unable to speak up and down.

Di Muhui was still looking at him, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even look at the other party, and he also noticed his gaze-concern, concern.Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't dare to look at Dyaki Hui for some reason, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on Dyaki Hui's drooping hair.The smooth black hair is like ebony, and it should feel good to the touch.

He swallowed the words of refusal and shook his head.

Kabuki brought Nakahara Nakaya to the chair beside the table. Nakahara Nakaya was a little short of height, so Kabuki put his hands under Nakahara Nakaya's armpit and carried him to the chair.

Kabuki Hui's hands left.Nakahara Nakaya secretly went to see him, and saw that Kabuki opened the window, and fresh air suddenly flooded into the room.Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and the feeling in the nasal cavity was unbelievably real.

Kabuki put all the food in front of Nakahara Nakaya, and placed the chopsticks where Nakahara Nakaya could easily reach out.

He made a gesture to indicate that Zhong Yuanzhong could also eat.

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the chopsticks, and a feeling of hunger suddenly appeared, his stomach was so empty that it seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days.

He picked up the bowl and started to eat, at the same time, bubbles filled with small thoughts kept popping up in his head.

He always felt that he shouldn't be so obedient, that's why he knew Di Muhui's name, and he didn't even know what the other party was doing or why he was here.He should be vigilant in facing Dyaki Hui, if the other party's speech is ambiguous, he will target the other party, instead of facing Dyaki Hui so obediently, and even eating the food he gave himself.

But why?Zhong Yuanzhong also thought suspiciously.

He touched his chest with his left hand.

The heartbeat of his subordinates was even and steady, as if he was not getting along with a stranger, but someone he respected, loved and deeply trusted.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Kabuki Hui, who happened to be looking at him too.

Nakahara Chuya's gaze drifted subconsciously for a moment again, this time he didn't dodge, and quickly pulled back.He met those eyes.

Amber... a gentle color.He looked into those eyes, thinking in a trance.

Di Muhui looked at him and asked, "You know my name, so what's your name?" The tone was soft, not to the extent that it would scare children.

Nakahara Chuya froze when he heard these words.An indescribable bewilderment hit him.

He stopped using the chopsticks in his hand, and just stared blankly at Di Muhui, his eyes out of focus.

Why did you find out when you were asked?Isn't this something that you will find when you just wake up?What he noticed, he had never seen everything here, strange shoes, strange rooms, strange people.But in fact, this world is strange to him.

He... didn't know how to answer Kabuki Hui's question.He didn't know his name, he didn't know why he was here, he had no memory of his past.

I don't know who I am.

Nakahara Chuya's heart sank into the boundless abyss in an instant, and a boundless emptiness swept him.Should I really be here?Obviously don't know anything, obviously have no memory at all?

He is like a pure white baby who was just born into this world.

But he has no parents, no other fetters.

He has nothing.

He doesn't even know what his name should be.

How old are you?You should be six or seven years old just now, right?

Would a child of six or seven have no memory at all?The Central Plains doesn't know either.

He was just silent, breathing so lightly that he hardly had any.

The silence was quickly broken.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a heavy weight on his head.

He looked up and saw a slightly concerned face.

This is Kabuki Hui's hand.Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of it belatedly.

Kabuki Hui slowly rubbed Nakahara Chuya's head with his hands, and at the same time exerted a little force on his hand-really just slightly.

It's just such a little touch, but Nakahara Chuya feels that he has returned to the world.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at Kabuki Hui's eyes, his eyes were straight like a little wolf cub.

Di Muhui was not afraid of Zhong Yuanzhong's aggressive eyes, and at the same time he didn't feel offended.

Today's sunshine is just right, and Kabuki Hui's eyes are illuminated by the light, the eyes soaked in light are like crystal clear gems, so moist that there is water attached to the eyeballs, the soft color does not contain a trace of malice.

There was kindness emanating from Dyaki Hui, he completely relaxed himself, even almost opened himself up, just to tell the other party: Hey!Don't be afraid, little guy, I won't hurt you.

For some reason, Nakahara Chuya's breathing slowly returned to normal.

His hand moved, and an inexplicable urge made him want to wave his hand away from his head.

But in fact... Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't speak.He hoped that the opponent's hand would stay on his head for a while longer.

Seeing that Nakahara Chuya's mood had stabilized, Kabuki Hui withdrew his hand.

"If you don't have a name, what should I call you?" Di Muhui asked him, with no doubts on his face, and at the same time with a hint of confidence, it seemed that when he got the information that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know his name, he was very nervous. There is an answer.

"I..." Nakahara Chuya had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Kasaki Hui's words.

"Could you come up with a name yourself first?" Di Muhui said with a smile: "Or you can give me a code name first, and then tell me after you know the name or what you want to call it."

"How about it?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Kabuki Hui, and couldn't remember what he wanted to say just now.What he could sense was that Kabuki Hui respected him enough.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Call me A for now." A said.

******

Coincidentally, when the situation happened in Chuya, Nakahara, the same thing happened on Osamu Dazai's side.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a long black suit jacket. He walked leisurely on the street, the hem of his clothes swinging back and forth with his movements.

There is a bandage on his right eye, and bandages are also exposed on his neck, wrist and other places. His skin is pale, and his whole body has the aura of some kind of creature in the dark forest.

His progress stopped suddenly.

Osamu Dazai touched his right eye with his hand, and his fingertips touched the soft bandage.

familiar texture.Osamu Dazai looked around, the sunlight, the flow of people, and the air he breathed were all normal.

He was going to do the task that Mr. Mori gave him. The matter was too simple, and the slug was sent to do other things, so he started to wander after letting his subordinates do it by themselves.

He intends to take a stroll casually, maybe some new suicide spirit will come out?Anyway, I have already arranged things, just wait for those under my command to do it, I don't have to be present, he will rush over before the estimated link, and it will be even more gratifying if he can die smoothly!

He originally thought so.

sense of violation.

Osamu Dazai walked to a shop with large windows and touched the glass with his hand.

Smooth and cold, the real touch is transmitted to the cerebral cortex through the fingertips.

He leaned forward to look at his own reflection, and the glass reflected a boy who looked about 16 years old.

The hair, the fine fuzz on the face, the iris-colored eyes, the dark circles under the eyes...all of them are what they should be.

Not right.

Osamu Dazai reached out and took out a pocket knife out of nowhere.

He turned the blade out and slashed across his neck neatly.