Don't come here, I'm not a random person!

Fortunately, the bad luck only seemed to last until last night. After leaving school, Fuishi rushed directly to the part-time job site without being caught off guard by the bad luck. He came to a clean convenience store by the river to work for three hours in peace.

The university seniors who stayed inside early saw her come in, greeted her friendly, Fukiishi politely bowed slightly to the place, picked up her schoolbag and went to the back lounge to change clothes.

After she came out, the senior college students took over from her, and instead she stood behind the cashier in a daze, and went out halfway to replenish the missing goods on the shelves, but most of the time, she stared at the small river outside the glass door in a daze.

very beautiful.

If you are lucky at night in summer, you will see fireflies by the river bank.

The few times he walked home at night, Chuishi always hoped that he would be lucky.

But today she seemed dazzled.

"Hahaha, I just saw a figure floating down the river, is it an illusion?"

Fuishi's laughter stopped abruptly. She carefully searched along the narrow river. The speed of the water can support a heavy object like a human body. If someone really threw himself into the river just now, he should has been washed downstream.

"...Is it an illusion?"

How I hope it's an illusion, so that she can stay in the convenience store and wait for the end of working hours, instead of thinking about it alone in this usually clean store.

“Welcome to visit next time!”

After seeing off a customer who came in half an hour later, Fuishi's energetic voice suddenly weakened. She twisted her neck and loosened her shoulders. She walked out of the cash register and walked towards the shelf, doing meaningless Repeat the "patrol" behavior.

His eyes stayed on the clock on the wall for a moment. At six o'clock, there should be a lot of people in other convenience stores that are a little busier, but this convenience store by the remote river is hung with night lights The shining 24 hours are also destined to end up being ignored by no one, and finally lose money and go bankrupt.

It's a pity, the boss is still very nice and willing to take her in as a shop assistant.

Fukiishi sighed deeply, bent down and got into the cash register, and at such a moment when he lowered his body, a man with flustered expression and messy eyes walked out of the door.

The automatic sensor door opened, the messy short hair, pale face, unshaven chin, and tattered attire all showed that this was a jobless man who was living on relief money.

According to the usual impression, this judgment is actually correct, but...

"Robbery! Hand over all the money in the cash register!"

Fuishi, who rarely encountered such battles, was stunned for a moment, and straightened up stupidly, as if he didn't realize what he said.

The man who broke in had his eyes wandering, holding a knife in his hand and emphasizing again, "Hand over the money!"

Convenience store robbery.

This sentence suddenly popped into Fukiishi's mind. Although he was playing around with Saiki last night, what followed immediately after Academy City was the robbery of convenience stores that happened all over the country.

Every prisoner is a local vagrant, organized by someone who gave them sharp weapons and directed such a farce.

Most importantly, these people, without exception, are all superpowers.

Oh no.

Fukiishi thought, if it was an ordinary robber, he could still escape with his own skills, but a person with superpowers... subconsciously glanced at the alarm button under the counter.

"What are you looking at!"

I don't know which action of Fuishi stimulated him, but the man's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he said in a vicious voice, "Come out!"

"..."

There is nothing I can do now. Although I am sorry for the boss, it is safer to hand over the money.

Thinking of this, Fuishi quickly raised his hands, and said shrillly, "I'll give you the money right away."

"I let you out!"

The man's tone became more and more crazy, and Fuishi could already sense the danger.

what to do?No one will come at this time, rather, is it too late even if someone comes?

His eyes glanced at the wall clock again, and the hands were carelessly sliding to the next frame.

Swallowing her saliva, Fuishi closed her eyes and crouched on the ground with her head in her arms. The person she was avoiding did not come after her as she thought. With a loud bang, it exploded in front of the cash register.

"How come this kind of offal is everywhere, hey, are you okay?"

Fuishi opened his eyes tentatively, "...uh..." No one was seen.

"I'm here!" The calm male voice immediately became annoyed after seeing her stunned expression.

Fuishi followed the voice, and through the gap under the counter, a man who looked very young squatted on the ground, tilting his head to look at her indifferently.

The curly orange hair draped over his shoulders outlines the line of his neck bound by the collar, and his clean and neat appearance, because of his unexpected retro attire, shows more of the British gentleman style that is rarely seen in modern men.

Generally speaking, he is an exceptionally... petite male.

No matter what the original description was, when Fuishi gave him the change, watched him impatiently open the package and took out the cigarette, and clicked his tongue when he thought of something while lighting the fire, and asked her impatiently: "You don't smoke here. Is it?" When the other party was less than 1.6 meters tall and shorter than herself, she occupied all her thinking space.

Fushi replied instinctively: "I'm sorry, it's banned here."

The other party let out a low curse, but still didn't click on it. Instead, he stepped on the "corpse" of the robber under his feet and walked out the door.

At the entrance of a convenience store opened in a secluded place, a white cloud of smoke flew into the sky. Fuishi leaned out from the cash register and looked at the young man who looked like an old smoker who was smoking at the door, and then looked at the robber who fell on the ground in front of him. Another circle of cracked lines.

Fukiishi fell suspiciously silent.

The automatic door opened silently when someone came in and out, Nakahara Nakaya keenly caught Fuishi walking out, he raised his head vigilantly, but he didn't say anything superfluous, his languid tone changed under the influence of the river wind. Calm down.

"It's pretty quiet here."

Fuishi came to him, kept a cautious distance, and replied: "Yes, the police only have the function of collecting the corpse when they come."

"Puff cough cough..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also choked up, tilted his head to see her calm and curious face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "You are quite interesting."

"I don't feel anything, as long as you're happy," Fuishi grabbed his short hair and squatted on the ground. Only then did his calves start to shake.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw her like this, and laughed: "Are you scared?"

"Of course I will be afraid."

Fukiishi scratched his neck and muttered.

Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, and threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can next to it, leaving only the butt.

It was purely an "accident" that he would save Fukiishi today.

How could one of the five cadres of the dignified port mafia show up here to save an insignificant convenience store clerk?

Then the reason why he appeared here might as well let go of his thinking and link a strange existence that has connections with everyone.

Osamu Dazai.

The youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia, a behemoth entrenched in the city of Yokohama, is also a former cadre, and the former partner of Chuya Nakahara.

Osamu Dazai, who has countless prefixes, is an existence who has relationships with everyone and has a lot of grudges with everyone.

So to connect him with the reason why Zhong Yuanzhong also appeared here... Well, there's nothing wrong with it.

In fact, the boss of the port mafia sent Nakahara Chuya out because they got the "things" and "news" they needed from Osamu Dazai.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to entrust this task to the former partner Nakahara Nakahara, who is most familiar with Dazai Osamu's style. Fukiishi girl's luck broke out once, and the road to catch up with the mafia will be uneven.

"Thank you." The blowing stone girl held her face in a rare show of timidity, and thanked Zhongya Zhongya sincerely.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had already pulled out another cigarette and was about to light it, was also stunned for a rare moment. He lowered his hat to cover up his expression, and his voice remained indifferent.

"Have you ever seen a person? Black curly hair, bandages, wearing a beige coat... a suicidal madman who wants to hold hands with a woman when he sees a woman."

Fuishi, who felt that the "savior" was a bit handsome, listened to this series of strange descriptions, and silently pushed the distance between the person in front of him and himself.

……quite a while.

"Does such a person exist?"

"Oh."

Fukiishi peeked at the man who didn't seem to mind not getting clues from her at all.

Nakahara Chuya, who lit a cigarette without saying a word, had a tender face, but his aura was not as calm and capable as a minor could pretend.

Fuishishi thought for a while, and spoke out the previous guess that seemed to be dazzled.

"Sorry, I don't seem to be helping you."

Central Plains didn't care too much, it's strange that the dead green mackerel was so easy to find.

Fukiishi: "But I seem to have seen a figure floating on the water and drifting downstream. If the person you are looking for is really suicidal, maybe...it is possible..."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also silently crushed the cigarette in his hand, his face was cold, and a cold light flashed in his jewel-like ice blue eyes.

"Tai Zai Zhi!"

Blowing Stone hissed, judging from the other person's expression, the person he was looking for probably owed a lot of money, otherwise he wouldn't... Uh, gnashing his teeth like this!

Zhongyuan Zhong also got the news from Dazai and was not in the mood to continue smoking. He threw up the long windbreaker draped over his shoulders and wanted to leave. Seeing that he was about to say goodbye to his savior, Fuishi shouted anxiously.

"Are you a superpower?"

The marks on the floor were obviously not something ordinary people could make.

Zhongyuan Zhongya waved his hands without looking back, "I am a person with supernatural abilities."

On this day when Fukiishi lived for 16 years, he knew for the first time the existence of "persons with different abilities".

Zhongyuan Zhong also disappeared soon, and Fuishi, who was squatting alone in front of the convenience store, was blown by a chilly river wind.

"Why haven't the police come? It's useless for me to delay being a good citizen for so long. I remember that the police station has bonuses for this."

The babbling of calculation and calculation is still in the air, and a crow flying from nowhere is holding a shiny can at its feet, but it is blown out of balance by a gust of wind from the sky. The product plastic bag firmly covered her face.

Fuishi immediately struggled from lack of oxygen and pain, and in the process, the can made another great contribution, stepping on it with the precision of a shot with his foot in sneakers.

"Puff-"

The Chuishi, which rolled down the steep river bank, was forced to sink to the bottom, and half a day later, it floated down the river.

The author has something to say:

I have always believed that Mr. Dazai is my male god, and I can't control the desire to abuse him, although I don't know when he will appear in this article.