The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

The van is driving on the winding mountain road.

The government's construction of public facilities has not benefited this kind of backcountry, and on the winding mountain roads that don't even have street lights, if you want to see the environment in front of you, you can only rely on the two yellow lights on the front of the van.

However, this van is quite old, and the headlights are dim. Even if the high beams are turned on, the area illuminated by the lights is only a corner in front of the car.

This is the situation that made the driver ignore the child who was walking in the middle of the road not far away, and almost ran into him.

"Ok?"

The words of the co-pilot caused the driver to step on the brakes urgently, and the screeching sound of the tires rubbing against the ground echoed in the empty mountains, a little penetrating.

The light hit the person in the middle of the road, and the person finally turned around as if he had sensed something.

It was a black-haired boy holding a teddy bear. He looked about eight|nine years old. Because he blocked the light of the headlight with his hand, a part of the bandage on his cuff was exposed. It seemed that he might have been injured.

After he put down his hand and the shadow of his right hand fell from his face, the driver felt that if the boy was injured, it must be serious, because the bandage not only wrapped his arm, but also his neck and right eye.

The driver and the co-pilot looked at each other, "Kid?"

"Did you run away from home?" the man in the co-pilot smiled, "Pick it up."

Driver: "That injury..."

"Why do you think so much? Someone must like this." The man didn't take it seriously, "And the one in the back was injured more seriously than him, what's worse than this one?"

The driver seemed reasonable after hearing this, opened the door and got out of the car and walked towards the boy.

The sight of the other party's left eye has been on him since he got off the car. It seems that his eyesight is fine, but he is not panicked in this scene, and he doesn't even intend to speak.

Sure enough, after the driver asked a few words such as "who are you", "why are you here", "did you run away from home", the boy still didn't say a word.

The driver felt bored and asked the last sentence perfunctorily: "It's still a long way from here to the next town. It's so dark. Would you like us to take you for a ride?"

He had already made up his mind, no matter if the boy remained silent or refused, he would throw him into the car, anyway such a small child couldn't resist his strength.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party nodded for the first time at this moment, and said: "Okay."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

The driver was a little surprised, turned around tentatively and took two steps forward. Seeing that the boy really followed him out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help being amazed, thinking that there are still such unguarded fools these days.

Walking to the door, the driver opened the back door of the van, and a young man with thin hair sitting inside looked over and grinned maliciously.

The boy glanced inside.

Except for this young man, a middle-aged man was sitting in the co-pilot, who only glanced at this side and then looked away; the back row was quite crowded, with three children, all eleven or twelve years old, huddled in a corner, facing each other. On the other side of the back row, a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old was falling asleep with his head leaning against the window glass—or, more appropriately, lethargic.

With the help of the light in the van, one can see that the jacket on the boy's body is as red as his hair, but his lips and face are too pale. Coupled with the bloody smell blowing his face, it is easy to guess what the boy is currently. state.

But the boy just glanced at it and then looked away. Before the driver couldn't wait to throw him into the car, he climbed up and sat next to the young man.

The driver raised his eyebrows, and the young man looked at the boy a few more times, before he raised his hand and signaled to the driver: "Let's go?"

The car door was closed, and the two beams of headlights continued to drive on the winding mountain road at night.

The light inside the car dimmed until it disappeared completely.No one spoke, and the too quiet environment made people drowsy. After a long time, even the children in the back row who were breathing chaotically due to nervousness also fell asleep.

The young man beside him was staring at the phone all the way, and the light from the screen was reflected on his face, making him look a little weird.

The smell of blood continued to float from the back row, lingering at the tip of the nose, making the boy feel sick gradually.

But in the end, he was just like everyone in the car, quietly silent.

The dim environment outside the window quickly moved backwards. The boy turned his head to look at it for a while. Feeling bored, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window next to him.

The window glass is very cold in late autumn, and the vibration of the car spreads along the glass to the head. This position is actually not comfortable. At this time, the boy admires the boy in the back row who can fall asleep in this situation up.

Some time later, maybe not too long, before the boy realized he had fallen asleep, he forced himself to wake up.

The sky outside is not as dark as when he got in the car, and he can see the surrounding environment clearly without the help of lights, even though he is not familiar with this place.

The van had already stopped, and the driver woke up the young man next to the boy, saying that he was about to arrive in town, and asked him to look at the people around him, while he and the co-pilot went to solve their physical needs.

The young man scolded impatiently that there were too many things to do, but he did not refuse the job.

After the two walked away, the young man murmured and lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. At this moment, the boy straightened up, trying to relieve the discomfort in the cervical spine caused by tilting his head for a long time, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, a hand covered the young man's mouth from behind, and then the dagger slashed across his neck, and the splashed blood stained the teddy bear in the boy's hand.

The opponent's movements were crisp and sharp, and the young man quickly fell silent before he even had time to struggle.

Then the other party let go of his hand, walked to the young man from behind, and pulled off his coat - revealing the two guns pinned to the young man's waist.

This incident happened so quickly that the three children in the back row didn't even realize it. The boy had already pulled the gun out of the boy's body, pinned it to his waist, and turned around to leave.

It's just that the car door opened, but the young man stopped again. The children finally gasped in fear. The young man didn't care, but turned his head to look at the boy, and his eyes fell directly on his face.

The boy—or Dazai Osamu, withdrew his hand from touching the teddy bear, licked the blood on his fingertips, and looked up at the boy.

"Are your eyes hurt?" The boy asked, unlike such words that seemed to express concern, his tone was too flat, as if he wasn't expecting Dazai Osamu's answer.

So Osamu Dazai just said blankly: "Yes, and no."

The boy tilted his head slightly. Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, it was obvious that he didn't understand.

However, the young man didn't waste time thinking about such meaningless questions. The next moment, he asked concisely, "Do you want to resell the bandages?"

Dazai stared at him intently.

The paleness on the young man's face was not due to the light. When looking down at him, the long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making him look even more tired.The blood on his lips was extremely pale. Compared with it, that short red hair looked a little... gorgeous.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, and then said without emotion: "I won't resell it, but it can be used for a trade."

The author has something to say: Shaozhi!It's Sho Dazai!It's Shaoori and Sho Dazai! ! !It is a side story that can be taken out to write an article alone! (No

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