Illness Men's Manual

"..."

I don't know if this is the first time Chuya Nakahara has lost his mind at work. Fortunately, Mori Ogai seems to be really sympathetic to his subordinates' hard work during this time. During this time, he has been processing desktop files.

As a result, Zhongyuan Zhongzai's mind can be more easily distracted in the office.

He kept rubbing the old prayer card with his fingertips, which was tied with a red string and a bell.

He frowned, thinking about when did he make this wish?

Although I really don't want to admit it, it is indeed my own handwriting, and this wishing card is quite familiar.

It should be the time when I was still in the sheep organization.

How many years ago?

Why is this desire! ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his hair irritably, just when the direct phone in the office rang, he put aside his thoughts and answered it.

It's about a recent transaction with another family organization. Because the other party's price was unreasonable and threatened with precious goods, Chief Mori wanted to swallow the goods directly.

Of course, this matter should be directly handed over to the action team. It doesn't matter if Mori Ogai specifically asked his subordinates to do it. After all, the personnel trained by Nakahara Chuya are also completely fine.

It's just that Zhong Yuanzhong usually does the orders directly from the leader himself.

Anyway, this operation is quite simple for him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his index finger and tugged at the black collar around his neck, tightened his black gloves and got up, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the prayer card at the corner of the table, and the dumb bell swayed twice.

He tilted his head, the orange hair on the sideburns slipped to his lips, thinking of what the girl said last night.

The thin lips suddenly raised a ostentatious arc, and he picked up the small machine that had fallen beside the sign and rubbed it a few times. It was the latest hidden bug.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly changed his mind.

The Special Operations Department is also under the jurisdiction of the Operations Team. He lowered his eyes and shaded his cobalt blue pupils, as if setting off waves in an unknown part of the deep sea, hiding a dangerous truth.

Those guys who call themselves conjurers seem to be really idle.

So eager to show something?

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned on the back of his chair and seemed to be thinking about something, picked up the prayer card again and played with it, sneered, and then dialed the inside line that gave the order.

He told his subordinates in a soft voice with a deliberately low and slow tone: "Well, leave this matter to the Special Operations Department."

"As the first official mission, I remember they performed better."

After hanging up the phone, Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his eyes to stare at the sign, and the other party's voice was softer than Night Breeze's last night.

"Although the purpose of this curse object is indeed to attract curse spirits, but because I have been staying here for the past few days, all the curse spirits in this building have been exorcised by me."

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, so why are there so many curse spirits?

For the time being, don't worry about whether what Wuzhi said is true or not, thinking of the black shadow standing at the entrance of the special operations department, he seems to have understood something.

These spell spirits were deliberately placed in his home.

It really is……

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled, asking for trouble.

Since they are so eager to show that they want to climb up, give them this chance.

It's hard to say how angry it is, and there is no lack of doubts about the reason why Chief Sen has been putting them aside, but he will be upset if he calculates how much it has happened to him.

Quite a simple task for the Central Plains, but not necessarily for others. He can ignore the opponent's fire suppression and terrain restrictions. In this regard, no one can compare.

In addition, the other party is not a small organization that is easy to mess with.

And Chief Mori's request is the completeness of the goods.

The wind outside the window blew in, slightly moving the orange hair on the side of the face, the slender eyelashes cast shadows on the skin, and his thin lips were gently pursed by him.

It felt wrong again.

Why do you believe what she said so much?

Central Plains is also very clear about what Huangbatu is. It is a mysterious high-energy life form excavated by the military, and it has always declared this to the outside world.

until that day—

On the day when the seal was lifted, he saw clearly the true face of that Huangba.

The existence similar to the evil god in appearance was buried under layers of lies and revealed the truth while the accident was carefully planned.

There is no arrogance, it was just an absurd and extremely failed military experiment, and this was the truth back then.

——No one knows whether there is a god or not.

——No one knows how the explosion happened.

Even Zhongyuan Zhong didn't mention it.

Following the memory, he began to lose consciousness, and he didn't even know that the office door was quietly pushed open until he heard a very familiar exclamation.

"what?"

A white and slender hand stretched out in front of his eyes, and Zhong Yuanzhong suddenly came back to his senses, slapped the hand away vigorously, and shouted at him angrily: "Hey! Who allowed you to come in!?"

Osamu Dazai, who moved nimbly, easily dodged, but hid in the corner with his arms folded, accusing and beating him up: "Chuya-kun has gone too far! The use of force in the headquarters is prohibited!"

"Huh? Killed you?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, crushed the small bug on the table and threw it over, and said coldly: "What do you want to put this kind of thing in someone else's house?"

"Tch, have you been found?"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and snorted softly, without any remorse at all but rather regretful: "I didn't find anything interesting in the end."

The signal has been disturbed by unknown reasons, but the clue can be vaguely heard from the noise.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy was wearing a large black suit, casually sitting on the sofa at the door with his legs crossed, and with one hand propping his chin, he said with a smile: "Then the matter of the Nakaya family has been resolved?"

"Don't worry about it, just get out if you have nothing to do." Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, put the sign in his pocket with a gloomy face, and warned him: "There will be no next time."

This guy is the only one who can do such a thing.

"Ah, speaking of which, I just heard that Chuya-kun used the Special Operations Department, and it seems to be rewarding?"

Obviously it was only a few minutes ago, but I got the news so quickly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at him.

Dazai looked back at him leisurely: "Is it really a curse spirit?"

"Yes, yes, so can you get out?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also suppressed the things at hand, and responded extremely perfunctorily. Why did this guy suddenly become so interested in his affairs?

"Hey——to be entangled by the curse spirit, Chuya really did too many bad things, right?"

The handsome black-haired boy with kite-colored eyes exaggeratedly covered his cheeks, and then a few piercing sounds came at him, and Osamu Dazai jumped up and down nimbly to avoid it.

He is quite familiar with the attack trajectory of his partner.

He slowly opened the office door, turned his head towards him, raised the corners of his mouth, and said kindly, "Mr. Zhongye, be careful, there may be something more terrifying in this world than curse spirits."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, not quite understanding the meaning of these words.

I always feel that he is insinuating something, hey, I like guys who pretend to be mysterious.

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While driving home to Zhongyuan, Zhong also couldn't help but be distracted.

is she still there

Or is it gone?

Zhong Yuan, who was inexplicably irritable, turned the handlebar of the car, his whole body glowed red and accelerated, and he arrived at the downstairs of his apartment in just a few minutes, and he strode in.

But he hesitated for two steps when walking into the elevator.

He shook his head, and his curly orange hair swayed, and the ends of his hair fell loosely around his ears. Wearing a tight and slim suit, he always had an indescribably cold feeling.

The collar around his neck didn't seem to be adjusted properly, making it hard for him to breathe.

He tugged twice, then walked into the door of his own house, and gently unscrewed the cold handle. What came into his eyes was the familiar scene every day, white gauze fluttering in the empty living room.

The patio windows were left open.

He swallowed subconsciously in his throat, put the things in his hands on the dining table, and then walked towards the terrace.

It was not too late at dusk at this time, the dim yellow mist gradually lowered, and the clouds were dyed a brilliant crimson color, like surging waves rising in the deep twilight.

The colors like cicada wings spread the rays of light over the land.

Zhong Yuanzhong unconsciously dazzled, and stopped to observe the rare beauty at this moment.

The small figure is enveloped by the sky.

The white gauze raised by the wind dances with golden scales, until the sunset gradually falls and the night rises, casting the last ray of dreamlike light from a distance.

Falling on the girl on the balcony fence, it was like an unreachable light and shadow falling in front of his eyes, and the swaying white gauze behind him swayed with ripples.

Yuri turned her head slightly, and as the night fell, the rays of light softened her outline to an unbelievable degree, and her hair spread out layer by layer.

The red and white kimono was embroidered with golden flowers, changing her posture as she turned around, revealing her white wrist bones and light pink fingertips.

The Central Plains also stagnated in place.

Irregular heartbeat, breathing, and even a feeling of being invaded in the brain.

She is still there.

With a chuckle with Wuzhi, he jumped off the fence of the terrace, raised his slender neck and looked towards the sky and murmured: "Isn't it beautiful? The sunset in the world."

"..."

A brief loss of voice.

And, the sunset ebbs.

"...you haven't left yet?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have found his own voice, but it didn't sound like his own, it was extremely dry.

After a pause with Wuzhi, he shook his head with some disappointment, and said softly: "I have listened to your wish, so I must fulfill it."

This is priesthood.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought that the words on the wishing card were rarely choked up, and it was because of this that he was irritable, growing taller or something... He is still young, and he will continue to grow!

Having said that, the fact that his height has not changed has become something that has troubled him.

Ah, how embarrassing.

He took a deep breath quite calmly, and after admiring the beautiful scenery of the sunset, he let her in by accident. Besides, the girl standing by the fence always had the illusion that she would fall down at any time.

Blinking with Kiriori, she floated lightly into the living room.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Oops, it still looks like a ghost.

"Cough, let me ask why you came to fulfill my wish?" Nakahara Chuya carefully organized his words after sitting firmly, with his back straight and his hands neatly placed on his knees.

Very formal posture, a negotiating appearance.

After observing with Wuzhi, I felt that the other party was very nervous, and I subconsciously stayed away. I don't know if my system has any impact on the same god.

Seeing the other party take a few steps back, Zhong Yuanzhong somehow felt like he was bullying the girl. He opened his mouth and then pursed it, his expression calm.

"Because I want to exchange wishes with Lord Ragegami."

"Exchange wishes?"

Zhong Yuan also frowned, what does this mean?