You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"I'm getting paid."

You hadn't left your hand on Dazai's head when Dazai suddenly poked his head over.

You didn't expect him to approach suddenly, and you were about to withdraw your hand when he grabbed your tie and pulled you in front of him.

The distance between you was infinitely shortened, you saw his eyes, like the shards of fine glass reflecting your surprised eyes.

You heard his voice, with a chilly air, he said something that made you feel like falling into an ice cave - "I really want to pull out your tongue."

He is pulling your tie, holding the glass of wine with the other hand, the cold wine glass reaches your lips, and dense bubbles enter your mouth from your slightly opened mouth, mixed with the spicy spirit, you wrinkle Brows, Dazai Osamu laughed out loud.

"Do you think this kind of thing can impress me?"

The wine in the glass was forcefully poured into your mouth by him, as if telling a joke, he said in an exaggerated tone: "And those words you deliberately said in the car, saying that you believe in me, you can create the future... …Honestly, it’s disgusting to listen to and almost made me throw up my lunch.”

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Too much wine was poured into your mouth, and there was no time to swallow it. You were choked, coughed heavily, and the voice from the burning throat was hoarse: "You shouldn't have said these words."

"You still act like you're thinking about me until now, do you think I'll be moved?"

The darkness in Dazai Osamu's eyes seemed to engulf you, "You don't have a monitor from the Supernatural Secret Service, do you? What should you do? The organization you depend on for survival can no longer protect you, do you want to—"

His deliberately low voice is like a poisonous snake licking your ears, "—kneel down, come down, and beg me for mercy."

Looking at his extremely gloomy expression, you suddenly understand that he went to Shier not because he was short of money, nor was he looking for someone to cooperate with—because in terms of the content of the cooperation, there was nothing that was beneficial to Osamu Dazai, he did it for test you.

If you have a monitor from the Supernatural Secret Service, you will definitely refuse Osamu Dazai's overtures, otherwise it will be tantamount to betraying the organization.

You agree to take half of the benefits of the Supernatural Secret Service, which means that you don't have a monitor on your body. No matter what he does to you, you have no evidence and cannot report to your superiors.

"Senior was driven away by you in this way?" You asked him.

He glanced at you indifferently, acquiescing to your words.

Your heart is cold, but the strange thing is that at this moment, the only thing you can think of is—Osamu Dazai is indeed a cadre of the port mafia.

Even if he wasn't the one who ordered you to sink to the bottom of the sea, for a moment, their figures overlapped before your eyes.

Osamu Dazai pulled your tie hard, you felt a strong suffocation feeling from your neck, the crisis caused by alcohol and lack of oxygen kept impacting your consciousness, you couldn't help but think of the day you crossed, you were just thrown into the sea, the sea water It can't help but flood your mouth and nose, making you feel the breath of dying.

You stared at Osamu Dazai with your eyes, the coldness and mockery in his eyes made your fingers slowly clenched into fists, and your anger surged up.

You said slowly: "What I said just now is not to impress you, what I mean is - what you said will make me feel very angry!"

Your fist rushed towards Osamu Dazai quickly: "Now, I just want to smash your face!!!"

You moved too fast and without warning, Osamu Dazai avoided it and was hit in the side by you.

His body swayed, you grabbed his skirt and threw him hard onto the bar.

You said coldly: "Osamu Dazai, you are too self-righteous, do you think that I really want to spy on you, and face your stinky face every day?"

"I practiced hard day and night in the training camp, defeating so many classmates, just to realize my ideals and aspirations in entering the supernatural spy department—unexpectedly, the first task I received was to monitor you, your hand I don’t know how much blood and how many lives have been taken away from the scum.”

"Senior is right, people like you who don't know how to cherish other people's kindness have no right to be whitewashed. You should die in a rotten ditch. No one cares about your corpse, and even the wild dogs passing by don't want to look at it. Take a look!"

Osamu Dazai was finally irritated by you, "You say it again?!"

What appeared on his face was no longer the superficial emotion, nor was it a slightly perfunctory smile, but genuine anger.

He also grabbed your clothes and punched you in the face. You blocked his hand and wrestled with him.

The utensils on the bar were knocked to the ground by you, you didn't care, you only had Dazai Osamu's hateful face in your eyes, and wanted to beat him to the ground so that he could never speak again.

Osamu Dazai also got angry, Junxiu's face was full of murderous intent, he moved his hands differently from his usual careful planning, completely disregarding the consequences, and within 2 minutes you were all injured.

Just as the battle was intensifying, a powerful hand came in, and a tall and fierce figure of Shi Er appeared among you. He squeezed your fist, and with the other hand, he grabbed Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and forced you separate.

"Aren't you looking for someone? Before anyone shows up, you've beaten yourselves to death?"

Facing Shi Er's extremely oppressive gaze, Osamu Dazai said with a sullen face, "It was he who made the first move."

"That's right," you said coldly, "Just treat my kindness as being fed to the dogs."

You grabbed the half of the wine in the glass and poured it on Dazai without hesitation.

"Wow!"

The front of Dazai Osamu's clothes suddenly became wet, his light-colored windbreaker was half red, and the tail of his black hair was dripping with water. He stared at you with a gloomy expression.

"Damn, children are just unreliable." Shi Er couldn't help but swear, "You can fight as you want, I don't care! The cooperation is terminated!"

He put you aside and walked away without looking back.

You also stared at Dazai, and you saw the same disgust in his eyes as yours—this time it was really disgusting.

Didn't even bother to say anything, Osamu Dazai wiped his face, turned around and left.

You lowered your head to straighten the messy clothes he ripped apart, and the system raised its head cautiously.

"I thought Osamu Dazai was a poor little boy who was forced to work hard by the Supernatural Secret Service... I didn't expect him to be too... too dark in the world..."

The system doesn't know how to describe it anymore. The scene was so warm a second ago, but Osamu Dazai suddenly said that he wanted to pull out your tongue, and directly fast-forwarded the scene to a horror movie. Terrified.

"I think this is the real him." You stretched your hand to your waist, then froze slightly, and the gun disappeared.

It was definitely taken by Osamu Dazai, you are very sure in your heart.

You just saw him walking towards the dance floor, and when you looked over, the colorful lights on the top of the dance floor immediately rushed into your eyes, dazzled your eyes.

You just felt dizzy for a while, and you couldn't help pressing your temples.

"Xiao, what's wrong with you?" the system asked.

"A little drunk."

You try to organize your thoughts, try to clear up Osamu Dazai's thoughts, "You must get the gun back first... He stole the gun to deal with Shier, his ability should not be of the combat department, it is very likely that he can't beat it you……"

You staggered onto the dance floor, and the speakers around the dance floor made deafening drumbeats, beating your temples painfully.

Osamu Dazai...you can't help but feel a bit of gnashing your teeth as you think of this name in your heart.

It's okay to go crazy, isn't it good to maintain the surface peace like before?

The heat wave on the dance floor is overwhelming, and countless writhing figures are swaying in front of your eyes like water snakes. The scene of a group of demons dancing wildly makes you even more impatient.

"Where the hell is..."

You struggled to walk through those shadows, like a fish swimming upstream in the turbulent water. Ghostly faces passed by your eyes, taking away your air and making it difficult for you to breathe.

The colorful lights on the ceiling are constantly rotating, sliding across the faces of those strangers from time to time, and the flickering lights make you feel more and more anxious.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Osamu Dazai!"

You quickly push away the person in front and rush forward, grabbing that person's arm.

"?!"

What you grabbed was not a slender but powerful arm, but a mass of soft flesh. The stranger with a little baby fat turned his head and looked at you with some doubts.

"Sorry, I admitted the wrong person." You quickly let go.

"How about we go out?" the system said.

"That's the only way to go." You have to admit that your current state is not suitable for finding someone.

It is much easier to come out from the dance floor than to squeeze out. When you get to the periphery, it is no longer crowded, and the space is much more relaxed. You are relieved, and even your breathing is much smoother.

The system shouted: "Akatsuki, Osamu Dazai is on your right!"

"Huh?" You tilted your head, and actually saw Osamu Dazai standing on the edge of the dance floor.

He hadn't taken off his wet windbreaker, and his upper body was covered with red water stains. Just when a song on the dance floor ended, the music stopped, the lights were banned, and even the crowd stopped moving.

Everything is quiet.

The world seems to have been paused. He tilted his head and looked at you. His hair was still messy, and the steamy tails stuck to his cheeks, making him look extraordinarily embarrassed. His eyes looked at you as if Accusing you of abandoning him.

But you know it's not like that.

This is just his disguise.

You walked towards him with heavy steps, and as expected, you saw the corners of his mouth curled up.

A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he stepped back. Just at this moment, the short break ended, the music started again, and the DJ, who was more powerful than last time, suddenly rushed out from the stereo to the ceiling .

Intense heavy drums drive the air to vibrate.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

People on the dance floor screamed with excitement.

Osamu Dazai, who was backing away, didn't expect this, he was bumped by someone, and fell towards you.

You subconsciously grabbed him, but you didn't expect that you would also be pushed and shoved by the crowd. You couldn't withstand the strength of so many people, and finally the two of you fell out of the dance floor together.

The dance floor is surrounded by large stained glass beams of light, and you tug Dazai Osamu and fall on the beams of light.

"Alas..." His body was pressed against your body, his chin rested on your shoulder, and he sighed in your ear with a little impatience.

"why is it you again."

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you:

A "Do you think I want to catch you?"

B "People who throw themselves into my arms right after a fight are not qualified to say such things?"

C say something else

D throw him away()